surveying the grounds

Schuyler and Charlie witness that blueberries actually come from somewhere other than a supermarket (and so does Daddy).

 

 

 

 

 

 

Charlie can't just walk down steps anymore - everything is an adventurous leap into the unknown.  Man, i'd love to be that fearless again.  I should have that as a life goal.

You can't eat that!

This was our last day in Vermont.  One of my early memories is of being five years old like Schuyler is now.  I was standing on the porch at Windrush saying goodbye to our cousin Stephen who had spent the night.  I remember crying so hard and that grey heaviness inside when you realise the fun is over and it's back to your normal life.  It doesn't mean your normal life is bad.  It just means that you're really aware of how much fun you were having before they left.  So here we are.  The ones who are leaving.  Driving off in the spitting New England rain saying goodbye to wrestle tickle at the lake, reading stories with Auntie Greta, driving the boat, terrifying Charlie at the castle, strawberry picking, countless great meals and laughter, cupcakes at grandmas,  Chinese food with Auntie Lisa, and heading down to Boston.  It's not fair sometimes to have to leave so soon.  But at least we get to come.  Thank you, Vermont family.  We'll be back.